I reach a hundred by the time I got halfway through the second page. Her ass was deep red, my hand was stinging, and she was screaming, crying, and ki...king her feet onto the couch.I reached a hundred twenty-five by the end, and was seriously surprised that she stayed there. My hand was on fire, and I could see that her ass was too. She was full on crying. Her entire body was shaking, and she was hyperventilating.I was running my hand over her ass, trying to get feeling back into my hand. I. Red. Carmine. Vermillion. Flushed. Cochineal.Suffused. Bloodied.My wife can come up a hundred words to describe the violent shade of fiery red that is my burning buttocks, but I only need one: painful.It started a few weeks ago when I was signed up for a silly Internet game –The Race to 2,000 Spanks. My wife saw it and signed "us" up, thinking it would be excellent way to break in our new spanking paddles that my crazy sister-in-law bought us as a wedding present six months previous - "just to. .. that you're a dream come true. Right now I hurt so deliciously in my groin. The muscles there all ache, I feel stretched, I hurt, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Nothing! Darling, I adore you." He kissed her and then turned out the light.Much later, Cathy became aware in the deepest reaches of her sleep that someone else was in the bed beside her. She felt the sweetest kiss on her lips then snuggled even closer to Ken and fell back into her deep sleep.The next morning she squeezed. ”I shook their hands and explained how we would be getting the wood back to the house. We put the boards for the ramp into the back of the wagon and got on. We then made our way to the gate. I gave a hello to the guards, went back to my collection of wood. We got off the wagon and prepared to load the wood in the back. We lowered the back by releasing the latches on either side. Once the back was lowered, the ramps were moved down and hooked to the ends, making them secure for lifting the wood.